love can be so complicated...

how and why is love so painful?
is it because we wouldn't be complete
without it?
is it because we need it to survive?


is it our balance?

"and you,
a windrose, 
a compass,
my direction, 
my description of the world."
-Ian Burgham

to me, traveling soothes the soul in ways nothing

else can..... 

traveling together you really find

an understanding of one another....

it can be very hard

or fit just right...

 we fit just right...

remember paris?

 

 remember spain?

Italy??

 

 

how? 

how was that us?

and now i feel so lost?

how are we still helplessly in love

and so completely at odds??

which of these is true?

either?

don't we make our own destiny?

and our own truth?

 isn't the world our

oyster?

we are what we make of ourselves

 we get what we put out,

it's just hard...

 life is so tough...
but so are most things worth having...

where are your priorities? 

where are mine? 

can this work? 

do we want it to?

 ""Come to the edge," he said. 

They said, "We are afraid." 

"Come to the edge," he said. 

They came. He pushed them and they flew.""

-Apollinaire

 how do we really know what destroys

us... or makes us stronger?

aren't they one in the same?

isn't the pain a part of life, just as 

 the happiness is?

isn't the pain in life the spice?

the hardship that molds us without choice

into who we are...

isn't it what makes us wonderful and complex...

"Walk to the well. 

Turn as the earth and the moon turn, 

circling what they love 

Whatever circles comes from the center. "

-Rumi 

no one goes without struggle
it's finding our inner peace...
and surviving that brings us happiness...

(all photos found on flicker, weheartit, or taken by me)